—The company.
Fernando entered the house as if he still believed he had the right to occupy someone else’s space.
He slammed the folder shut.
He took two steps toward me…
But he stopped when he saw Mariana Andrade , my lawyer, sitting in the dining room.
I had arrived half an hour early.
It wasn’t a coincidence.
It was the reason I had been calm all day.
“This is worthless,” he said, too loudly. “
You can’t just kick me out like this.”
Mariana crossed her legs.
She spoke without raising her voice:
“The company is my client’s separate property by inheritance.
Her resignation as administrator was signed before a notary this morning.
The bank has already received the revocation of her power of attorney.
And the house is also Ms. Isabella’s separate property.
You will not be staying here tonight.”
I then saw Camila understand something.
She wasn’t entering a shared home…
but a scene set up for her downfall.
She looked down at Mateo.
She took him in her arms.
And, almost in a whisper, she said:
—Fernando… didn’t you say this was already agreed upon?
He didn’t answer.
His silence was enough for me.
It confirmed what I already suspected:
He had deceived her too.
I didn’t absolve her for being there.
But I understood that her role wasn’t the one he had tried to portray.
I explained the bare minimum.
That we were still legally married.
That he had used company money to maintain another apartment.
